| Midnight Tales By. Karla W. Pritchett |
The stars in the midnight sky shine with infinite glory, they speak the ages of the world in unreal soothing silence. I stare in wide-eyed wonderment tiny orbs reflecting in my gaze, barely breathing but living as one should. Lying on a bed of plush grassy earth I bathe in the silver moonlight, outstretched beams like pale ribbons caress my skin and illuminate my surroundings. Flowers and greenery glow florescent midnight dew glistening like tiny diamonds. It looks and feels surreal. Like a dream... a fantasy. And up above the stars continue to shine telling their untold tales of our existance. |
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